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Brrrrrr

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Peanuts

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We have a very small bedroom at the front of the house, made even smaller by a whole wall of quite ugly wardrobes. Had we been staying they would have been ripped out by now, but as we aren't they haven't! Quite nice handles though.

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Happy Birthday Alex, 23 today.

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Early signs of spring are there if you look for them. Buds waiting to burst open when the days lengthen and warm up a bit.

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Love the architecture and signs of ageing on this old cast iron gate

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My new "dots and spots" catalogue has arrived. I love this range. You can see them here.

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Yum yum, avocado

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Due back tomorrow, so I can get some more

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Georgie, the pub cat

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I'm using this yarn to knit a sweater for my Granddaughter Marissa

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Raindrops on the bedroom window

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Breakfast

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The pen . . . .


. . . is mightier than the sword.

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Tree trunk, vignette added



. . . and for those of you who were confused by yesterday's "cucumbers"

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His and hers walking sticks

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A frosty morning

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Frosty potentilla

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I love oranges

12/366

Swans at the Crammer

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Misty morning

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This beautiful crochet blanket was a wedding present from my Mum (which she made herself) when Rog and I got married 24 years ago. We still snuggle up under it while watching TV on cold winter evenings.

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Another weekend treat

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Our weekend treat

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Cherhill Down on a glorious, bright, sunny January day

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I've had a "thing" about shoes since I was about 6 years old, and have always had loads more than I needed. . . . .



. . . . however, these days I dont have so many, and comfort is the most important factor (only the closest 2 pairs are mine!).

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Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

William Shakespeare, from "As You Like It"



Just a little bit of culture to go with today's events.

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My youngest son (of 4) when he was home for the holidays

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There's nothing we like better than watching a good Poirot on TV

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The lovely Rog, my husband, partner and best friend, who tolerates (just) my passion for photography

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Hello and welcome to my 365 for 2012, which is of course, a leap year, so my 365 automatically becomes a 366.



This is me, well not actually me, its my name, but I like my name and I am happy in my skin, so I am Joy. And this blog is an illustrated diary, if you like, of my year. Enjoy